Due to the weird way our reproduction system works, the communities became incredibly diverse, with not only the usual breeds of whatever normally lives out here, but also really weird hybrids like minotaurs, and really rare things like trolls, ogres, and goblins, who split into their own communities after the populations in the communities became dangerous. The minotaurs were the really dangerous ones, but that was only when they were mad. The trolls were amazingly strong, the ogres had epic tempers, and the goblins were always stealing stuff from everyone, and they all had decent respect for outsiders like us, so they left. The trolls went to the valleys, the ogres went higher up the mountains, the minotaurs spread out to the next set of hills, and the goblins went into the caves or underground.
As for me, I've always been different from everyone. I'm fifteen, but I'm almost as tall as-and much stronger than-the average adult man. I'm an elf, technically, because I don't normally sprout wings, and I like the elf form, as the elf body is very versatile, but I CAN sprout wings and I CAN fly and I know magic of every breed alive. I have the skills and best qualities of every breed except the ogres-I have issues with too many things for it to be called an asset. I've always been different from everyone else, and I never really knew why. I mean, except for my issues with stuff and strength and things like that. But I don't really have a reputation for losing my temper and beating people to a pulp. I'm just...different. I know I'm a mix of everything, and people don't normally know that, but they sort of sense it. That's why I liked being on my own, for the most part.
I walked to the river and back in my usual quiet way. On my way back, though, a shiver of motion caught my eye. It was the slightest nudge of a bush, hardly worth noticing, but for some reason it seemed out of place. The best way to deal with these situations, I had learned, was to feign disregard but have one hand ready to pull an arrow if you had to.
I continued on my way more slowly, with one hand on my bow, listening carefully. I heard steps behind me and heavy, ragged breathing. Human breath, by the sound of it. Male, probably, or else a really tall and broad female. I couldn't judge the distance, but whoever it was sounded close. My hearing, although good for long-distance, was hard to use for judging distance. We had these situations sometimes-some of the king's men would try to follow us when we were alone to find where our camps were or find out what we were up to. I have no idea why.
When whoever or whatever was following me was in close range-close enough to be smelled and close enough for me to be uncomfortably aware of them, anyway-I turned quickly, tugging out an arrow, putting it to my bow, and pulling the string to the corner of my mouth in one smooth motion. I caught the person right in the face, a startled expression all over her face.
She was about my height-around five foot eleven- but we were almost total opposites in every other regard. My hair cascaded in a dark mahogany sheet to my knees, but her pale blond hair was cropped in a very short style, kind of like she was in the military or something. My eyes were slanted, small-ish and dark brown, while her round eyes were electric blue. But probably the biggest difference was in what we were wearing.
her outfit was close-cropped, tight, and very uncomfortable looking. Her shirt was a courtly sort of style-very tight on the body and very loose, puffy sleeves. It looked like it was made of silk or some other really nice fabric that comes in bright green. Her pants, which looked like some other really nice fabric, hugged every single contour of her legs, and her boots looked brand new and made from the best leather ever.
My outfit, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as nice, but my clothes' practicality was a lot better. My faded, greenish-brown cotton shirt wasn't as tight as hers, which allowed for more air circulation so I didn't over heat.My loose pants were also greenish-brown, which allowed for camouflage, but it also allowed for air circulation. The only part where my pants were slightly tight was at the waistband so they didn't fall off. I was barefoot.
"What are you?" she demanded, obviously repulsed. In Bayast, this was the equivalent of "who are you?"
"Not your father," I replied, equally aggressive.
"Seriously," she insisted in an annoying tone. She was probably royal, based on the haughty tone she was consistently using.
"Witch, warrior elf, and forest nymph," I said. I usually said a maximum of three species, since that, for most hybrids, was the biggest cross that people had. I kept my tone aggressive and glared her right in the eye. "What are you?"
"Warrior elf and hunter. And Princess. Cacyta. Lower your weapon."
"Why should I?" I growled. She definitely acted like the princess. She dressed like a princess. She was arrogant enough to be the princess. But that didn't mean she was THE princess.
"Because I'm the princess," she replied, maintaining the haughty, girlish tone. "And I order you to."
I moved my arrow from pointing in between her eyes to pointing at her mouth. "Happy?"
"All the way."
"You're trying to let me off my guard. It won't work."
"Very good. But it will work."
"And why is that?"
"Look around. I've got you surrounded." I glanced around. Nobody. I had barely turned my head, so I couldn't get a full scope, but the nymph part of me told me that she was the only unwelcome person in the immediate area.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
post # 69
I never thought I would get to post #69. Honestly, this was just a whim I went on and look what happened. I found a place to rant, write, and post stories all at the same time. This is AWESOME! So anyway... I recited Jabberwocky. And it was okay. I guess. I did not mess up, I can say that. I can also say that I got the extra credit point that I wanted to get since I recited it a day before it was actually due. You could have gotten up to 10 points extra credit, but I did NOT have it memorized ten days before it was due. And you had to have it analyzed, too. So that all was commemorated today, since the analyzing and everything had to be done by today. So yeah. Now my friends have looked through the snack cabinet and somehow came across these old puppet thingies. It is funny what they are doing with them. Apparently our TA leader is trying to clean out the snack cabinet, and so I guess that was how they got across them. Anyway... apparently all the puppet things are different Harry Potter characters. I do NOT get all classifications that they came up with for them, but whatever. I am a Harry Potter fan. I like Harry Potter. Harry Potter is awesome. I am one of those weird people who does NOT try to classify themselves into the Harry Potter clique or the Lord of the Rings clique or the Star Wars clique or whatever. I am the go-between for all three because I'm cool like that. :). I am SUCH a nerd, it is insane. And I got a rice crispy treat because my team did the best in poetry term bingo. It was an invention of the teacher's. don't ask.
Everyone is eating now and having some of the epic thing of popcorn.
So I'll eat now, too.
Bye.
Everyone is eating now and having some of the epic thing of popcorn.
So I'll eat now, too.
Bye.
blah'ed again
I'm really bored. I have nothing else to do. Nothing to say, for once. Well, I'd like to say something, but I don't know what it should be. I'm really bored right now.
OOOOH! I know what I can say!!!
The poem I had to memorize for English was Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll, whose birth name was Charles Lutwige Dodgeson. He was born in Darbury, Cheshire, England on January 27, 1832, and died on January 14, 1898. He is best known for Alice in Wonderland and the sequel, Through the Looking Glass. This is a poem about a fearsome beast (the Jabberwock) and how a guy kills it. It is written in free verse with a rhyme scheme. There.
I have to say it before I recite Jabberwocky.
I guess I'll do that, too.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves, and the mome raths outgrabe. beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch, beware the jubjub bird and shun the fruminous bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time, the manxome foe he sought, so rested he by the tumtum tree and sat a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it came. One two one two and through and through the vorpal blade went snicker snack he left it dead and with his head he came gallumphing back. and hast thou slain the jabberwock? come to my arms my beamish boy o frabjous day calloh callay he chortled in his joy. twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and bimgle in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves and the mome raths outgrabe.
there.
from memory.
i only had to do 20 lines, and that was 28, but I don't care.
i'm doing the whole thing.
and i have to go to class to actually do it.
bye.
OOOOH! I know what I can say!!!
The poem I had to memorize for English was Jabberwocky, by Lewis Carroll, whose birth name was Charles Lutwige Dodgeson. He was born in Darbury, Cheshire, England on January 27, 1832, and died on January 14, 1898. He is best known for Alice in Wonderland and the sequel, Through the Looking Glass. This is a poem about a fearsome beast (the Jabberwock) and how a guy kills it. It is written in free verse with a rhyme scheme. There.
I have to say it before I recite Jabberwocky.
I guess I'll do that, too.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and gimble in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves, and the mome raths outgrabe. beware the jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch, beware the jubjub bird and shun the fruminous bandersnatch. He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time, the manxome foe he sought, so rested he by the tumtum tree and sat a while in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, came whiffling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it came. One two one two and through and through the vorpal blade went snicker snack he left it dead and with his head he came gallumphing back. and hast thou slain the jabberwock? come to my arms my beamish boy o frabjous day calloh callay he chortled in his joy. twas brillig and the slithy toves, did gyre and bimgle in the wabe, all mimsy were the borgoroves and the mome raths outgrabe.
there.
from memory.
i only had to do 20 lines, and that was 28, but I don't care.
i'm doing the whole thing.
and i have to go to class to actually do it.
bye.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
post # 67
Okay, I'm going to rant for all of ten minutes. About what? I have absolutely no idea. I have a habit of putting each sentence on a different line. So I'm going to do that. And this post will be really long. And then I'm going to put this into paragraph form. And I will see exactly how long this would be if this didn't have each sentence on a different line. Sweet. Anyway... I'm bored. Greetings to all you friends from all the many places around the world. How are you today? I'm really bored. So I'm doing this. It is a form of entertainment that I enjoy. I guess. I like to write. I guess you already know that. It was my birthday a few weeks ago. I'm still in high school. I'm really bored. This is really stupid. Not the blog, what I'm doing with the blog right now. Just randomly doing this. I'm going to start the erasing stuff now. Where I actually put it in paragraph form. Okay. Wait no I'm not. Yet. I'm going to make this longer first. Anyway... I'm really bored. I have to go to class soon. Will start deleting now.
Got to go.
Bye.
Got to go.
Bye.
part #4 shya/ valin/ faug
So anyway, I'm going to just randomly rant about what I feel like ranting about.
But I don't know what I want to rant about. This is helpful. Anyway........
I guess I'll type up some more of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story. Mind you, I'm almost completely winging it from here, because I don't think I have this part typed up. Wait, yes i do. It's on the USB port. The computer on which it's saved got a virus, but I was somehow able to save the two stories onto the USB before mom took it in.
So anyway, here it is:
“When did you live here?” Valin asked Shyasha.
“When I was younger,” Shyasha replied.
“Why did you leave?” he persisted.
“It’s a long story that we’ll have time for when some guts get pounded out of the current ruler.”
Shyasha went up to the wall and hollered, “OY!! YOU!!” up at the guard’s post on the top of the wall.
“I WILL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS ‘YOU!!’”
“WELL, AS YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT THE SAME GUARD THAT WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU!!”
“NOT THE SAME GUARD? I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE THE SCARRED PRINCESS WAS BORN!! HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT YOU LEFT BEFORE SHE WAS BORN? THERE ARE ONLY FOUR PEOPLE STILL ALIVE WHO ARE AS OLD OR OLDER THAN HER!! NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“WE WANT TO SEE THE KING OF THE THREE CITIES!!”
“BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU WISH TO SEE HIM? DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?”
“WE DON’T HAVE AN APPOINTMENT!! BUT YOU AREN’T THE SAME GUARD WHO WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT!!”
“I AM CEROB!! BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU DEMAND ENTRANCE? AND WHO ARE YOU?”
“BY THE AUTHORITY OF PRINCESS SHYASHA RINKARI, THE SCARRED PRINCESS!!!”
"DID SHE SEND YOU?"
"I SEND MYSELF WHERE I CHOOSE!!! I'M THE PRINCESS!!!"
With that, for the first time in thousands of years, Shyasha lowered her hood. She had dark brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. It was long enough to disappear behind her cloak, but the males couldn't see where it went from there. She had chin-length bangs that were swept back by a fabric headband. Her skin was pale, and her round hazel eyes glared upwards at Cerob. The most startling thing about her was the scars. It looked like a bear had slashed the left half of her face, and then someone took a sword and cut a large X over her face.
“Princess?” Faug and Valin gasped in unison.
"Since when?" Faug demanded.
"Since I was born," Shyasha said. "Shut up."
"Good Lord," Cerob muttered. "It's the princess."
There was the sound of a person going down a long, wooden stairway. Then a trapdoor in the wall opened and Cerob's head poked out.
"You're back," he said.
"Yes, I am. Can we come in now?"
"Do you want to see-"
"Yes, I do. Can we, or is it now illegal to admit princesses who chose exile over long and painful death?"
"Fine. But it might hurt."
"I'm ready. We saw him and Dalar and a third on the road. I didn't die. Can we come in now?"
"All right, I guess."
"Thank you."
The door opened. Shyasha pulled her hood back up and the scars, the hair, and the riveting hazel eyes were hidden again as she led the way inside.
That's all for now. It's a chapter change, and I'm not sure what I want to do after that, so it's okay. So yeah.
By the way, for all of you who read this regularly, expect the background of the blog to change a LOT, due to my inability to keep with one thing for more than twenty minutes.
Okay that's all.
But I don't know what I want to rant about. This is helpful. Anyway........
I guess I'll type up some more of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story. Mind you, I'm almost completely winging it from here, because I don't think I have this part typed up. Wait, yes i do. It's on the USB port. The computer on which it's saved got a virus, but I was somehow able to save the two stories onto the USB before mom took it in.
So anyway, here it is:
“When did you live here?” Valin asked Shyasha.
“When I was younger,” Shyasha replied.
“Why did you leave?” he persisted.
“It’s a long story that we’ll have time for when some guts get pounded out of the current ruler.”
Shyasha went up to the wall and hollered, “OY!! YOU!!” up at the guard’s post on the top of the wall.
“I WILL NOT BE ADDRESSED AS ‘YOU!!’”
“WELL, AS YOU’RE OBVIOUSLY NOT THE SAME GUARD THAT WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL YOU!!”
“NOT THE SAME GUARD? I’VE BEEN HERE SINCE BEFORE THE SCARRED PRINCESS WAS BORN!! HOW LIKELY IS IT THAT YOU LEFT BEFORE SHE WAS BORN? THERE ARE ONLY FOUR PEOPLE STILL ALIVE WHO ARE AS OLD OR OLDER THAN HER!! NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?”
“WE WANT TO SEE THE KING OF THE THREE CITIES!!”
“BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU WISH TO SEE HIM? DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?”
“WE DON’T HAVE AN APPOINTMENT!! BUT YOU AREN’T THE SAME GUARD WHO WAS HERE WHEN I LEFT!!”
“I AM CEROB!! BY WHAT AUTHORITY DO YOU DEMAND ENTRANCE? AND WHO ARE YOU?”
“BY THE AUTHORITY OF PRINCESS SHYASHA RINKARI, THE SCARRED PRINCESS!!!”
"DID SHE SEND YOU?"
"I SEND MYSELF WHERE I CHOOSE!!! I'M THE PRINCESS!!!"
With that, for the first time in thousands of years, Shyasha lowered her hood. She had dark brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. It was long enough to disappear behind her cloak, but the males couldn't see where it went from there. She had chin-length bangs that were swept back by a fabric headband. Her skin was pale, and her round hazel eyes glared upwards at Cerob. The most startling thing about her was the scars. It looked like a bear had slashed the left half of her face, and then someone took a sword and cut a large X over her face.
“Princess?” Faug and Valin gasped in unison.
"Since when?" Faug demanded.
"Since I was born," Shyasha said. "Shut up."
"Good Lord," Cerob muttered. "It's the princess."
There was the sound of a person going down a long, wooden stairway. Then a trapdoor in the wall opened and Cerob's head poked out.
"You're back," he said.
"Yes, I am. Can we come in now?"
"Do you want to see-"
"Yes, I do. Can we, or is it now illegal to admit princesses who chose exile over long and painful death?"
"Fine. But it might hurt."
"I'm ready. We saw him and Dalar and a third on the road. I didn't die. Can we come in now?"
"All right, I guess."
"Thank you."
The door opened. Shyasha pulled her hood back up and the scars, the hair, and the riveting hazel eyes were hidden again as she led the way inside.
That's all for now. It's a chapter change, and I'm not sure what I want to do after that, so it's okay. So yeah.
By the way, for all of you who read this regularly, expect the background of the blog to change a LOT, due to my inability to keep with one thing for more than twenty minutes.
Okay that's all.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Ungora/ Indigo # 3
Chapter 1-Indigo
"Indigo, time to get up."
"Five more minutes."
"I've already given you twenty. Time to get up."
"Whatever." I rolled over and almost fell asleep again when my mom tugged the blanket off me, exposing my body to the cool dawn air.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up, I'm awake," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, honestly, I was glad to be awake. My dream had been closer to be a nightmare, with a bunch of dead people and an evil robot type thing that looked exactly like me, but somehow different.
Now I was awake, I knew the basic routine-get my day clothes, wash in the river (here meaning diving in fully clothed and coming right back out and changing in a tree), come back home, get a bag, find edible stuff, bring it back, eat it, and then do whatever it is that my mom wanted me to do, usually involving hunting, fishing, weapon training, going out in the woods, or just something outdoors. I was a vegetarian, but my mom wasn't, so I had to hunt for her. The woods were my home, though, enough said. Mom said I wasn't born here, but I didn't care. I was at home in the forest. I knew every twist and turn of every path and back road and everywhere in between. I knew the right and wrong way to the castle, all the paths that the royals and nobles and everyone else took, all the good hiding places if you accidentally took a wrong turn and nearly ran into one of them, and everything that was basic instinct for a forest-dweller. Most of my community's survival depended on knowing the back roads.
You see, most of my community are outlaws, not because they killed someone or stole something, but because of who they are. They are witches that lived in the towns, elves, fairies, pixies, nymphs, sprites, and centaurs. But there are only two centaurs and three witches, one of them being my mom. The king, Ungora, banned all but warrior elves, hunter elves, and some female nymphs from the countries. And he didn't ban humans. Basically, if its structural anatomy was weird or it could do magic and wasn't working for the government, it was banished from the country. Most of them didn't want to leave, however. They new about the communities in the woods, or at least some of them did, and they went there. Originally there were only three wood communities, comprising mainly of wood elves, wood nymphs, and any sort of creature who belonged in the forest and didn't like civilized live. But when Ungora came into power, the banished creatures in the cities who knew about the forest communities went there and took friends. Since it's been fifteen years since Ungora took the throne, most people had reproduced, and the population exceeded the limits that three communities could hold, so new communities were formed all over the mountains.
"Indigo, time to get up."
"Five more minutes."
"I've already given you twenty. Time to get up."
"Whatever." I rolled over and almost fell asleep again when my mom tugged the blanket off me, exposing my body to the cool dawn air.
"Fine, I'm up, I'm up, I'm awake," I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes, honestly, I was glad to be awake. My dream had been closer to be a nightmare, with a bunch of dead people and an evil robot type thing that looked exactly like me, but somehow different.
Now I was awake, I knew the basic routine-get my day clothes, wash in the river (here meaning diving in fully clothed and coming right back out and changing in a tree), come back home, get a bag, find edible stuff, bring it back, eat it, and then do whatever it is that my mom wanted me to do, usually involving hunting, fishing, weapon training, going out in the woods, or just something outdoors. I was a vegetarian, but my mom wasn't, so I had to hunt for her. The woods were my home, though, enough said. Mom said I wasn't born here, but I didn't care. I was at home in the forest. I knew every twist and turn of every path and back road and everywhere in between. I knew the right and wrong way to the castle, all the paths that the royals and nobles and everyone else took, all the good hiding places if you accidentally took a wrong turn and nearly ran into one of them, and everything that was basic instinct for a forest-dweller. Most of my community's survival depended on knowing the back roads.
You see, most of my community are outlaws, not because they killed someone or stole something, but because of who they are. They are witches that lived in the towns, elves, fairies, pixies, nymphs, sprites, and centaurs. But there are only two centaurs and three witches, one of them being my mom. The king, Ungora, banned all but warrior elves, hunter elves, and some female nymphs from the countries. And he didn't ban humans. Basically, if its structural anatomy was weird or it could do magic and wasn't working for the government, it was banished from the country. Most of them didn't want to leave, however. They new about the communities in the woods, or at least some of them did, and they went there. Originally there were only three wood communities, comprising mainly of wood elves, wood nymphs, and any sort of creature who belonged in the forest and didn't like civilized live. But when Ungora came into power, the banished creatures in the cities who knew about the forest communities went there and took friends. Since it's been fifteen years since Ungora took the throne, most people had reproduced, and the population exceeded the limits that three communities could hold, so new communities were formed all over the mountains.
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Okay, I know I found the awesome "compose" tab, but I'm only going to use it occasionally, because I'm so used to the "edit HTML" tab. So yeah. I'll only use the "compose" tab if I want to use a color that I don't know the HTML sequence for. And because I like typing in this font. And this works for me. Okay that was random.
Anyway....
I'm bored.
I'm listening to Little Women right now. The soundtrack. From the musical. It's awesome.
I'm bored.
Okay, I'm getting repetitive.
I'm going to type up some more of one of the stories, I guess.
Two seconds.
Anyway....
I'm bored.
I'm listening to Little Women right now. The soundtrack. From the musical. It's awesome.
I'm bored.
Okay, I'm getting repetitive.
I'm going to type up some more of one of the stories, I guess.
Two seconds.
Friday, April 24, 2009
OMG!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so there's this really awesome feature on here that I had no idea existed until about five minutes ago. It's in the posting section, so you guys won't be able to see it, but I never saw the little tabs above the posting box that said "edit Html" and "compose." The entire time I've been posting, this means all 62 posts up till now, I was on "edit Html". And now I'm in "compose" and it's so much cooler. I can change the font and change the font color and everything. THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!
hello!
ha ha ha ha ha ha.
sorry I'm spazzy.
MWAHAHAHAHA!!!
I have way too much fun sometimes.
lalasldkfj alwfk.
this just made my day.
Anyway..........
my youth group was going to go on this retreat thing this weekend. But we didn't. Because there would have only been two youth there. And the other person is rather antisocial. But I don't care. WHY couldn't we do the retreat with just me and the other guy and the leaders? It would have been fun. It doesn't matter that the leaders would have outnumbered the youth. I was seriously psyched for this, and now I'm stuck home on a Friday night with nothing to do. I was okay with it at first, but now.... tomorrow I get to go to my school's one acts. With my mom. I have nothing against my mom. Or my school's one acts. A lot of my friends are in the one acts. But I was seriously looking forward to this retreat. And now it's not happening. And I feel really depressed. And dad's got the TV, so I can't even watch a movie to watch the lion king and beauty and the beast and robin hood and all these other awesome Disney movies. But I would have had a lot of fun joking around with the leaders and the one other kid who was going to be on the retreat. It would have been more fun than sitting at home and feeling sorry for myself. The food would have been better than popcorn and boredom. One of the youth group leaders, who is still in seminary, graduated from college for restaurant business and worked in it for ages before going to seminary, so he's really good at cooking. Like at the lock-in, he made pizza dough and we put on stuff to our taste. It was really good. But for some reason, going with only two people under the age of 21 didn't seem to be in the agenda. so now here I am, feeling really lame. It's almost nine p.m. and my dad doesn't seem to be willing to give up the TV, even though he was going to give it up ten minutes ago. That's what we agreed.
I mean, I'm a tomboy, ish, but I really don't get what men see in sports.
I mean, I do tae kwon do, but that's different.
That's self-defense.
And it's cool.
And fun.
But really.
part #3 of Shya/Valin/Faug
Okay. Here it is:
This kept them on the move and proved good for several reasons: the Wylds couldn't find their camp, they could cook food, albeit with only certain types of wood that made small flames but also little smoke so they would lower the risk of being seen, and it kept Faug's mouth occupied doing something other than complaining about the pace, distance, time of day, or other thing that might cause him to start bugging Shyasha out of her mind. When these times came, Valin often came to Shyasha's aid by saying something to get him to shut up. Shyasha was grateful for this-the two boys got to sleep all night while she was keeping a watch from dusk till dawn, making sure that the Wylds, who usually traveled at night, didn't come on them. She didn't need to sleep, technically, but she forced herself to keep Faug and Valin moving in order to get them to Norasona quickly. Since they had seen Dalar on the road, he would probably expect them to be at the city before him, for some reason unknown to her. Maybe it was just the fact that they hadn't seen each other at the Lazy Dog.
The three arrived in Norasona at dusk on the fourth day of travel. Faug, for some reason, still didn't entirely believe that Shyasha wasn't blind, because he was so impressed with her blind instinct when they first met officially.
"But what if she DID go blind, though, at one point?" Faug wondered to Valin when he was rather sure that Shyasha couldn't hear. They were on the very outskirts of the city, just beyond the crumbling stone wall.
"I did, at one point, a long time ago, before you were born," Shyasha hollered over her shoulder. Faug had forgotten about the fact that she still had amazing hearing. "HURRY UP!!!"
"How did you know how old I am?" Faug asked, running up to her.
"Dalar told me, remember? You're nine."
"Well, how old are you?" Faug demanded.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I am four thousand seven hundred and thirteen years old. So there."
"How do you tell time, anyway, without being able to see anything?" Faug wondered.
"I can see," Shyasha said exasperatedly. "I TOLD you. But when I was blind, I told time by the temperature of the air, mostly. And just by intuition, like my body knew around what time I went to sleep and what time I woke up and when it got dark and stuff."
"When did you tell us?"
"The night before we left."
"Huh?"
"At the Lazy Dog. Don't you remember ANYTHING?"
"Well, when were you blind?"
"A long time ago. It was really annoying because, for that type of blindness, I could only see when I was around my true love. Dalar told me."
Faug and Valin snorted.
"Look, I didn't make it up, okay? I don't do a lot of magic, and I don't do prophecies. That's Dalar, and he's not here right now, so you can't ask him why love is supposed to cure all curses."
"So it was a curse?" Faug asked.
"I didn't say that."
"Yes you did."
"When?"
"Just now."
"I SAID that Dalar isn't around to be asked about curses, I didn't say-"
"But you said that you could only see when-"
"Yes, but that-"
"AND you said 'for that type of blindness-'"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that it-"
"And normal blindness doesn't work like that!"
"I KNOW that, but that-"
"SO," Faug yelled over her. "You must have had a curse."
"Whatever. Either way I couldn't see for three years." She said that as they walked through the decaying wood door of the city.
Shyasha stopped suddenly. Faug nearly walked into her, causing Valin to nearly walk into Faug.
"Something is wrong here," Shyasha said slowly, moving forward slowly, staring around. Almost subconsciously she took her bow from around her shoulders and put an arrow on the string. This wasn't just a display of the Amazing Senses of Shyasha Rinkari and The Quickness at Which They React to Things. Faug and Valin could sense it, too. As they walked through the streets in a small clump, they saw nobody else on the streets and there were no lights in the windows, even though the sky was steadily darkening. Most of the stone buildings were still firmly intact, but there wasn't any life in the city, no sort of buzz that meant that even though you couldn't see the inhabitants, they were there. A breeze made a wooden sign creak on its hinges and blew around the edges of Shyasha's hood. Then silence. There was no other sound except for the soft footfalls and slight breathing of the three travelers.
"This isn't right," Shyasha said, and for the first time, there was something that wasn't sarcasm or certainty in her voice.
"Where is everyone?" Valin asked. "It's like they just all left or something."
"Or maybe they died," Faug whispered.
"I don't think they died," Shyasha said. Then she muttered to herself, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Gonna kill who?" Faug asked. Shyasha had to admit, although he never seemed to get his head around some stuff, he definitely picked up on a lot.
"Nobody," Shyasha said shortly.
"Come on," Faug pestered. "Who's gonna die?"
"The stupid dude who calls himself leader of the Three Cities."
"What are the Three Cities?"
"Norasona, Lira, and Nojura. Biggest concentrated populations of people. Whoever is king or queen has domain over the Three Cities and the general area in between."
"Why are you going to kill him?" Valin asked.
"I might not have to, but if he doesn't give me a straight answer he won't have much more time."
"Do you know him?" Faug asked.
"Yes."
"How?" he wondered.
"Not now, Faug," Shyasha said.
She led them quietly through the streets, taking the alleyways and back roads whenever possible.
"Shyasha," Valin asked tentatively. "Where exactly are we going?"
"To my old house," Shyasha said.
"You used to live here?"
"Once upon a time."
"I thought we were going to see the ruler guy," Faug said. "Why are we going to your old house?"
Then they rounded a corner and the two guys stared.
"Is that your old house?" Faug asked.
"Yeah," Shyasha said.
"House" didn't exactly cover it. "Mansion" might have been a better term, but still not exact. The best term would either be "palace" or "castle".
This kept them on the move and proved good for several reasons: the Wylds couldn't find their camp, they could cook food, albeit with only certain types of wood that made small flames but also little smoke so they would lower the risk of being seen, and it kept Faug's mouth occupied doing something other than complaining about the pace, distance, time of day, or other thing that might cause him to start bugging Shyasha out of her mind. When these times came, Valin often came to Shyasha's aid by saying something to get him to shut up. Shyasha was grateful for this-the two boys got to sleep all night while she was keeping a watch from dusk till dawn, making sure that the Wylds, who usually traveled at night, didn't come on them. She didn't need to sleep, technically, but she forced herself to keep Faug and Valin moving in order to get them to Norasona quickly. Since they had seen Dalar on the road, he would probably expect them to be at the city before him, for some reason unknown to her. Maybe it was just the fact that they hadn't seen each other at the Lazy Dog.
The three arrived in Norasona at dusk on the fourth day of travel. Faug, for some reason, still didn't entirely believe that Shyasha wasn't blind, because he was so impressed with her blind instinct when they first met officially.
"But what if she DID go blind, though, at one point?" Faug wondered to Valin when he was rather sure that Shyasha couldn't hear. They were on the very outskirts of the city, just beyond the crumbling stone wall.
"I did, at one point, a long time ago, before you were born," Shyasha hollered over her shoulder. Faug had forgotten about the fact that she still had amazing hearing. "HURRY UP!!!"
"How did you know how old I am?" Faug asked, running up to her.
"Dalar told me, remember? You're nine."
"Well, how old are you?" Faug demanded.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I am four thousand seven hundred and thirteen years old. So there."
"How do you tell time, anyway, without being able to see anything?" Faug wondered.
"I can see," Shyasha said exasperatedly. "I TOLD you. But when I was blind, I told time by the temperature of the air, mostly. And just by intuition, like my body knew around what time I went to sleep and what time I woke up and when it got dark and stuff."
"When did you tell us?"
"The night before we left."
"Huh?"
"At the Lazy Dog. Don't you remember ANYTHING?"
"Well, when were you blind?"
"A long time ago. It was really annoying because, for that type of blindness, I could only see when I was around my true love. Dalar told me."
Faug and Valin snorted.
"Look, I didn't make it up, okay? I don't do a lot of magic, and I don't do prophecies. That's Dalar, and he's not here right now, so you can't ask him why love is supposed to cure all curses."
"So it was a curse?" Faug asked.
"I didn't say that."
"Yes you did."
"When?"
"Just now."
"I SAID that Dalar isn't around to be asked about curses, I didn't say-"
"But you said that you could only see when-"
"Yes, but that-"
"AND you said 'for that type of blindness-'"
"Yes, but that doesn't mean that it-"
"And normal blindness doesn't work like that!"
"I KNOW that, but that-"
"SO," Faug yelled over her. "You must have had a curse."
"Whatever. Either way I couldn't see for three years." She said that as they walked through the decaying wood door of the city.
Shyasha stopped suddenly. Faug nearly walked into her, causing Valin to nearly walk into Faug.
"Something is wrong here," Shyasha said slowly, moving forward slowly, staring around. Almost subconsciously she took her bow from around her shoulders and put an arrow on the string. This wasn't just a display of the Amazing Senses of Shyasha Rinkari and The Quickness at Which They React to Things. Faug and Valin could sense it, too. As they walked through the streets in a small clump, they saw nobody else on the streets and there were no lights in the windows, even though the sky was steadily darkening. Most of the stone buildings were still firmly intact, but there wasn't any life in the city, no sort of buzz that meant that even though you couldn't see the inhabitants, they were there. A breeze made a wooden sign creak on its hinges and blew around the edges of Shyasha's hood. Then silence. There was no other sound except for the soft footfalls and slight breathing of the three travelers.
"This isn't right," Shyasha said, and for the first time, there was something that wasn't sarcasm or certainty in her voice.
"Where is everyone?" Valin asked. "It's like they just all left or something."
"Or maybe they died," Faug whispered.
"I don't think they died," Shyasha said. Then she muttered to herself, "I'm gonna kill him."
"Gonna kill who?" Faug asked. Shyasha had to admit, although he never seemed to get his head around some stuff, he definitely picked up on a lot.
"Nobody," Shyasha said shortly.
"Come on," Faug pestered. "Who's gonna die?"
"The stupid dude who calls himself leader of the Three Cities."
"What are the Three Cities?"
"Norasona, Lira, and Nojura. Biggest concentrated populations of people. Whoever is king or queen has domain over the Three Cities and the general area in between."
"Why are you going to kill him?" Valin asked.
"I might not have to, but if he doesn't give me a straight answer he won't have much more time."
"Do you know him?" Faug asked.
"Yes."
"How?" he wondered.
"Not now, Faug," Shyasha said.
She led them quietly through the streets, taking the alleyways and back roads whenever possible.
"Shyasha," Valin asked tentatively. "Where exactly are we going?"
"To my old house," Shyasha said.
"You used to live here?"
"Once upon a time."
"I thought we were going to see the ruler guy," Faug said. "Why are we going to your old house?"
Then they rounded a corner and the two guys stared.
"Is that your old house?" Faug asked.
"Yeah," Shyasha said.
"House" didn't exactly cover it. "Mansion" might have been a better term, but still not exact. The best term would either be "palace" or "castle".
Thursday, April 23, 2009
about the stories...
Okay, for all you fans of my writing, few in numbers though you are, I have discovered something that you've probably discovered long before now. AND THAT IS:
When I post a new part of a story, it will appear, as you are scrolling down, to be above the older part of the story. What I mean is, say you were reading the second part of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, and then you were scrolling down, la la la, reading about how Valin was threatening Faug about how he would tattle, blah blah blah, then OMG!!! the segment ends. Tear, tear. not really. Anyway, the next post below that is part the first of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, in which Valin and Faug determine who the heck Shyasha Rinkari is and what the heck they are supposed to be doing with this weird elf dude thing that you can never see properly until the fourth post (which has yet to be typed up, and, for that matter, dreamed up).
So just wondering...
does that bother anyone else, or is it just me?
Because if it does, you're just gonna have to scroll to post number whatever it is and click on the title for part the first of Shya and Valin and Faug and then read it and then scroll down to the very bottom (TAKE THE POLL) and then click "newer post" which, I belive, will link you to part the second of THE STORY.
For the Ungora/ Indigo one, you will have to go to Post Numero 53 first and then click "newer post" several more times before you get Parte Numero 2.
Okay that's all.
When I post a new part of a story, it will appear, as you are scrolling down, to be above the older part of the story. What I mean is, say you were reading the second part of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, and then you were scrolling down, la la la, reading about how Valin was threatening Faug about how he would tattle, blah blah blah, then OMG!!! the segment ends. Tear, tear. not really. Anyway, the next post below that is part the first of the Shya/ Valin/ Faug story, in which Valin and Faug determine who the heck Shyasha Rinkari is and what the heck they are supposed to be doing with this weird elf dude thing that you can never see properly until the fourth post (which has yet to be typed up, and, for that matter, dreamed up).
So just wondering...
does that bother anyone else, or is it just me?
Because if it does, you're just gonna have to scroll to post number whatever it is and click on the title for part the first of Shya and Valin and Faug and then read it and then scroll down to the very bottom (TAKE THE POLL) and then click "newer post" which, I belive, will link you to part the second of THE STORY.
For the Ungora/ Indigo one, you will have to go to Post Numero 53 first and then click "newer post" several more times before you get Parte Numero 2.
Okay that's all.
Ungora/indigo pt. 2 (pt 1 in Post # 53)
"What should we do?" Cancala wondered.
"Revise the plan," Ungora replied. "Keep the hunter. But the weird one gets what we originally planned. Tell the press anything when they show up."
"Very good, sir." He didn't know anything about why the weird one was a threat, Ungora thought. Ungora was wrong.
Cancala moved away and half an hour later was outside, carrying the child that the medic had indicated. He didn't see why he had to kill her, really. He knew she was a threat to Ungora's power, but really, to KILL a baby? Cancala knew the rumors of her fate, but you couldn't kill a baby. It was morally wrong. And stupid. And idiotic.
And just plain mean.
But if he didn't kill her, what would he do with her?
And then it hit him. WHY didn't it occur to him sooner?
Cancala had grown up among the forest dwellers, a group of people who weren't exactly outlaws, but they weren't really citizens of any officially recognized country, either. They lived in no-man's land, which would be the perfect place to take her. She wouldn't be legally allowed to be killed, because Ungora would be after her if she was alive, and would legalize something ridiculous about killing female babies or something, so she would be safe from harm, because she didn't live in Bayast, technically, so he would be breaking the universal code of ethics to be killing citizens of other groups outside a situation of organized war. But since she wasn't living in Bayast, Ungora wouldn't know that she existed, so he might not legalize it for her sake at all.
But then there was the question of who would take care of her. Both Cancala's parents were dead, but his little sister Layla might be willing. She was a cross between a wood elf and a witch and had always wanted children but had never found a mate. That's where the girl would stay.
Cancala entered the woods and followed the path for a time, the birds giving out their dawn calls and providing Cancala with an unnecessary cover of sound. Cancala had been a child of the forest; silence was his best friend in times like these. Since he was a Hunter, that went double-Hunters were trackers, they knew the fatality of being seen or heard. Now it was only a matter of finding the right place to cut off the path and take the concealed path to the camp. Here it was.
Presently, Cancala arrived, the baby still in his arms. He quickly searched the trees for Layla's house. He knew that she had decided to live on the outskirts of the community, since she was a bit of a loner at times.
However, it was Layla who saw her sibling first, having woken up at the crack of dawn, as she always did.
"Cancala!" She stage-whispered from her window, not wanting to wake up the other people in the community-Layla was normally the first one up. "CANCALA!"
When he still didn't turn, Layla hurried down the ladder and darted quietly to his side. "Cancala, what are you doing here?" Her voice was still quiet.
"Layla, do you still think you're up for kids?"
"What? Why? Who is THAT?"
"It's a long story, and I haven't got time to explain it fully. This is the princess-"
"The PRINCESS? Since when has the queen even been pregnant?"
"Since nine months ago. Yes, this is the princess. She was born a couple of hours ago. There's a decoy in the palace that Ungora's taken under his wing-he thinks they're twins, but they're not-the decoy's a mage's daughter that the mage wanted to give up. The decoy is a hunter and warrior but the princess is everything on two legs rolled together into one thing."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I know, it's weird, but I haven't got time. Ungora killed the-"
"Who is Ungora?"
"My boss. Her uncle. King Theran's brother. Theran was killed by Ungora along with Ranga. Ungora thinks I'm off killing this child but she's special so I took her here. Will you take care of her?"
"Okay. What's her name?"
"Um...."
"She hasn't got a NAME?"
"Less identity for Ungora to deal with. And there wasn't much time for them to decide on one, anyway."
"Okay, so this is the PRINCESS you want me to take care of here?"
"Yes. She was born at about one in the morning. Now I have to go. I'm due back soon. So you're okay with all this?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Layla took the child out of her brother's massive arms and looked at her. She had a silver chain around her neck with a star-shaped charm on it, but Layla didn't know why. Ungora didn't even know that one child had a star necklace and one didn't, and neither of them knew the significance of the necklace. Cancala knew, but there was no time to explain to Layla, and he was already fabricating something to say to Ungora when he got back.
"Thank you," Cancala said, giving Layla a one-armed hug and turning to leave.
"Cancala!"
"What?"
"Does she....eat like normal babies?"
"I have no idea. I'm sorry. I have to go."
"Okay. Just wondering. Bye, then."
"I'll be back soon to explain. I'm sorry!"
"GO!"
Cancala nodded, turned, and soon disappeared into the trees.
Although Layla had only the vaguest idea hat this child's potential was, she knew enough to guess that she would not be anything close to a normal child.
That's all i'm going to post of the story for now. :) :) :)
"Revise the plan," Ungora replied. "Keep the hunter. But the weird one gets what we originally planned. Tell the press anything when they show up."
"Very good, sir." He didn't know anything about why the weird one was a threat, Ungora thought. Ungora was wrong.
Cancala moved away and half an hour later was outside, carrying the child that the medic had indicated. He didn't see why he had to kill her, really. He knew she was a threat to Ungora's power, but really, to KILL a baby? Cancala knew the rumors of her fate, but you couldn't kill a baby. It was morally wrong. And stupid. And idiotic.
And just plain mean.
But if he didn't kill her, what would he do with her?
And then it hit him. WHY didn't it occur to him sooner?
Cancala had grown up among the forest dwellers, a group of people who weren't exactly outlaws, but they weren't really citizens of any officially recognized country, either. They lived in no-man's land, which would be the perfect place to take her. She wouldn't be legally allowed to be killed, because Ungora would be after her if she was alive, and would legalize something ridiculous about killing female babies or something, so she would be safe from harm, because she didn't live in Bayast, technically, so he would be breaking the universal code of ethics to be killing citizens of other groups outside a situation of organized war. But since she wasn't living in Bayast, Ungora wouldn't know that she existed, so he might not legalize it for her sake at all.
But then there was the question of who would take care of her. Both Cancala's parents were dead, but his little sister Layla might be willing. She was a cross between a wood elf and a witch and had always wanted children but had never found a mate. That's where the girl would stay.
Cancala entered the woods and followed the path for a time, the birds giving out their dawn calls and providing Cancala with an unnecessary cover of sound. Cancala had been a child of the forest; silence was his best friend in times like these. Since he was a Hunter, that went double-Hunters were trackers, they knew the fatality of being seen or heard. Now it was only a matter of finding the right place to cut off the path and take the concealed path to the camp. Here it was.
Presently, Cancala arrived, the baby still in his arms. He quickly searched the trees for Layla's house. He knew that she had decided to live on the outskirts of the community, since she was a bit of a loner at times.
However, it was Layla who saw her sibling first, having woken up at the crack of dawn, as she always did.
"Cancala!" She stage-whispered from her window, not wanting to wake up the other people in the community-Layla was normally the first one up. "CANCALA!"
When he still didn't turn, Layla hurried down the ladder and darted quietly to his side. "Cancala, what are you doing here?" Her voice was still quiet.
"Layla, do you still think you're up for kids?"
"What? Why? Who is THAT?"
"It's a long story, and I haven't got time to explain it fully. This is the princess-"
"The PRINCESS? Since when has the queen even been pregnant?"
"Since nine months ago. Yes, this is the princess. She was born a couple of hours ago. There's a decoy in the palace that Ungora's taken under his wing-he thinks they're twins, but they're not-the decoy's a mage's daughter that the mage wanted to give up. The decoy is a hunter and warrior but the princess is everything on two legs rolled together into one thing."
"WHAT?"
"Yeah, I know, it's weird, but I haven't got time. Ungora killed the-"
"Who is Ungora?"
"My boss. Her uncle. King Theran's brother. Theran was killed by Ungora along with Ranga. Ungora thinks I'm off killing this child but she's special so I took her here. Will you take care of her?"
"Okay. What's her name?"
"Um...."
"She hasn't got a NAME?"
"Less identity for Ungora to deal with. And there wasn't much time for them to decide on one, anyway."
"Okay, so this is the PRINCESS you want me to take care of here?"
"Yes. She was born at about one in the morning. Now I have to go. I'm due back soon. So you're okay with all this?"
"Yes, I'm fine." Layla took the child out of her brother's massive arms and looked at her. She had a silver chain around her neck with a star-shaped charm on it, but Layla didn't know why. Ungora didn't even know that one child had a star necklace and one didn't, and neither of them knew the significance of the necklace. Cancala knew, but there was no time to explain to Layla, and he was already fabricating something to say to Ungora when he got back.
"Thank you," Cancala said, giving Layla a one-armed hug and turning to leave.
"Cancala!"
"What?"
"Does she....eat like normal babies?"
"I have no idea. I'm sorry. I have to go."
"Okay. Just wondering. Bye, then."
"I'll be back soon to explain. I'm sorry!"
"GO!"
Cancala nodded, turned, and soon disappeared into the trees.
Although Layla had only the vaguest idea hat this child's potential was, she knew enough to guess that she would not be anything close to a normal child.
That's all i'm going to post of the story for now. :) :) :)
fyi
okay, so from now on, i'm going to say in the subject line whether i have a story in it or not. if you read this on a regular basis, it will be like "part #___ of (character/setting/plot)" or something to that effect. Okay, done now. Going to do homework now, I swear!!!
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